Have I not, sure as can be, failed to remember you, how it feels to banish you in memories.
To be restored to love, be forgotten, to fragment
Is a way as we are - to be distracted and be reconciled!
To be in fragments
Torments impatiently fret.
Love, as hope revived, lasts.
In deference to friendship
We regain those days as gentle as a passing air,
Memories adrift and overlooked
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As gentle as passing air.. You are the epitome of poetic bliss. Fan girl I am. Let's colaberate?